The Sun was called Apollo.
He was said to be a beautiful young man with golden hair, and he made wonderful music on a kind of harp called a lyre.
Men loved him, but they were a little afraid of him, too; he was so bright and strong.
His sister was the Moon. Her name was Artemis, or Diana. She rode through the sky at night in a silver car, and she, too, had a bow and arrows.
Her bow was a silver bow, and her arrows were the moonbeams.
She loved hunting, and often at night she would come down to earth and roam through the woods with her bow in her hand and her arrows at her side or on her back.
In pictures she is always seen with a little new moon in her hair.
Artemis was so beautiful that men were afraid to look at her. It was said that if any man should look full at her he would lose his mind.
So when she came to those whom she did not wish to hurt, she covered herself with clouds.
For a time the good giant Orion helped Artemis in her hunting, for he too was a great hunter. Artemis loved him as well as she loved any one, but she was very cold and did not care much for anybody.